Is snow on the horizon? Flee to the nearest shelter and prepare to be snowbound for a week. Back at your childhood home for the first time in a decade? Odds are that you’ll run into your high-school sweetheart, nemesis, or friend. Need someone to come to your family’s celebration? Embark on a fake-dating scheme. It brings out the worst (and best!) in family (meddling relatives are a balm to my soul). It can summon grief or happiness (depending on who is or isn’t around to celebrate).The holiday is a terrific setting in romance: It comes as no surprise, then, that I start reading Christmas novellas in July. The holiday, despite how commercialized it is, still inspires fuzzy and nostalgic feelings about being the first thing that I loved about the U.S. I don’t know why everyone gets so excited about pumpkin spice lattes when the Starbucks holiday drinks menu is clearly superior). Until December, when the city suddenly transformed into a magical place with pretty lights, irresistible music, and mouthwatering treats (I love peppermint and gingerbread. Seattle seemed gloomy, dark, and wet compared to Singapore, and I hated everything about the city. I have no connection to the religious aspect, but the reason I love Christmas so much is because I felt isolated and miserable when I first moved to the United States as a child. I adore Christmas, which might seem odd considering my family doesn’t celebrate the holiday.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |